angry beyonce

If white people get this angry about Beyonce praising black beauty and black power during the Superbowl halftime show, just imagine how angry they would be if they were systematically imprisoned and disenfranchised, murdered by police officers who often get off by portraying their victims as inherently dangerous, and trapped in generations-long cycles of poverty. Just imagine.

People honestly need to understand that Lemonade isn’t about Jay-Z cheating on Beyonce. Yes, the betrayal of infidelity is a big theme, yes Beyonce has experienced that type of betrayal. But holy fuck, are you simple minded if you think that album is about Jay-Z cheating on Beyonce. “Becky with the good hair” isn’t about the woman Jay-Z cheated on Beyonce with. Rachel Roy decided to make it about that. Lemonade is about a black woman’s resilience. It’s about our relationships with black men whether they our partners or fathers or our sons. It’s about a lot more than just Jay-Z infidelity.

I’ve seen so many non-black people obsess over that line “call becky with the good hair” and misinterpret it as Beyonce calling out Becky. And it’s like…that line, a variation of that line is something countless of black women have said to black men and it’s honestly usually said with a lot more vulgarity. Black women are statistically the most undesired race/gender in the country. When you’re unwanted for what feels like no other reason than being black and female, you’re either crushed by that or you begin to say “fuck off, your loss, i’m happy being me.” That’s the conversation you begin to have with men or even just with yourself. No one actually gives a fuck about Becky. The song ain’t about Becky. That line is a self-affirmation. Anyone who doesn’t want me can just go fuck the right off. I’m good.

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I WOULD’VE DONE THAT TOO

Some pointless letters are funny. Some are sweet. Some are wildly racist or sexist or homophobic or transphobic or Islamophobic (or some heady mix of all that and more). Some make me laugh when I read them, and some make me angry. Some make me hear the sweet, sweet voice of dear old Bunty Twelvetrees. I love reading them all, even especially the ones about paying benefits to space aliens.

But sometimes, you just can’t beat the delightful sight of Dave from Musselburgh actually challenging Kanye West to a fight.